Heathrow just doesn’t establish that great first impression. We got in to London late, the girlfriend was stopped in immigration and given the full check-up, when we got on the train it went one stop and terminated, leaving us stranded for 30 minutes. When we finally got on the next train, we were squeezed against the wall by a transvestite until a, to me obvious terrorist suspect vomited in our carriage. This made us abruptly reject train as a proper mode of transport, and we got off at the next station - namely Acton Town. Acton Town is one of those places that makes the locals go “You went where??” when you tell them about it. And we understood this the moment we got out of the station and right into two guys threatening to kill each other. Then we got a taxi to where we were staying and literally went to sleep crying. (more…)